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My Desi Aunty, The Superpower

My desi aunty doesn't knock. She arrives with a stainless steel container of samosay still hot, the oil bleeding through the newspaper wrapped around them. "Khaylo, beta," she commands, not suggests. "You're looking too thin."

No conversation with my Desi aunty is complete without food. You will never be skinny enough not to be force-fed. The moment you step into her living room, the interrogation begins: “Kitna patla ho gaya hai!” (How thin you have become!). This is a lie. You have gained five pounds. But in her world, thin is a disease cured only by Aloo ke parathe drenched in butter. my+desi+aunty

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One summer, I spent a few weeks at my aunty's house, helping her with her garden and learning how to cook traditional desi dishes. It was during that summer that I discovered my love for cooking, thanks to my aunty's patient guidance. "You're looking too thin

She will hover over you while you eat, ignoring your pleas of “Bas, Aunty, pet bhar gaya” (Stop, Aunty, I’m full). She will load a third samosay onto your plate while muttering, “Thoda sa toh kha lo, mazak hai kya?” She derives her happiness from your cholesterol levels.